The April cover of Elle magazine, featuring dystopian action star and Hollywood's resident vagabond, Shailene Woodley, has been revealed and something is… amiss.

Truthfully, it's often painful to watch a dyed-in-the-wool tomboy fall¬†into the¬†overly-ambitious hands¬†of a Hollywood stylist or glam squad.¬†They usually attempt a character-altering¬†makeover on a reluctant star ‚ÄĒ Shailene, for instance ‚ÄĒ who seems happier in a threadbare sweatshirt and "re-wilding" in a forest.¬†Hence, by no fault of Woodley's, a medley of poor styling, lighting, and production decisions have caught the spitfire¬†looking like a¬†perspiring, ashen¬†version of herself. Photographer Michael Thompson does great work ‚ÄĒ as seen here ‚ÄĒ but this cover is definitely off.

Gone is Woodley's¬†wide, goofy¬†signature smile. It's instead been replaced by a pained expression, half-grimace, half-smirk ‚ÄĒ as though she was caught mid-expression. The¬†dark shadows created by heavy eye shadow¬†‚ÄĒ contrasted with bare lips ‚ÄĒ makes it appear if the starlet's makeup is actually liquefying under¬†strong¬†lighting. The "young, wild, and free!" pose ‚ÄĒ hands thrown behind her head ‚ÄĒ makes it feel like¬†she just didn't know what to do with her arms (#igiveup). Even though she was apparently photographed¬†on a beach, somehow the shot feels like¬†Woodley¬†was actually photographed in a room with¬†all the air sucked out of it.

The good news? Inside the glossy, things are a lot better:


And the interview is great; she offers her grandmother's words on self-love and deep hearts. Hey, it's all you can do when a stylist turns on you.

Images via Elle.

Marjon Carlos is a style and culture writer for Fusion who boasts a strong turtleneck game and opinions on the subjects of fashion, gender, race, pop culture, and men's footwear.